I was mowing the lawn yesterday evening, thinking about Joan Rivers and her daughter Melissa, and how Melissa would have gotten the news out of the blue, a phone call or a text that change her life forever and how she would have stopped whatever she was doing and her plans would change as she rushed back to New York to make decisions no child wants to make for their parents and how probably she isn’t even sure about her feelings. And how some people will say it’s easier for her, she has money, she has people to handle things. But how no one will acknowledge that Melissa is now an orphan.
Because becoming an orphan as an adult doesn’t get the attention a younger child receives when both parents are gone. Rightfully so I suppose. Adult orphans are left to figure out the future on their own. No matter how much money or people they have they don’t have their parents any longer. And that fact will be pounded into Melissa each time she reaches for the phone to call her mother, each time she sees news reports, sees clips replayed, listens to people talk.
Money is good. But it doesn’t buy confidence or self worth or love. Parents instill that.
I wish Melissa the best as she heads down this new path that is her life.